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Happiness He gazed down into the crib at the small baby boy dressed in green footie-pajamas. His son was not even a year old and he already had a full head of thick black hair. He often found himself just staring forever at his son in absolute wonder. That he took part in creating something so good left him in disbelief. Along with the onna, there was nothing more important to him. "What are you thinking about?" Her soft voice and her dainty hand on his shoulder jolted him out of his thoughts, and his gaze moved from their baby to her. She was smiling up at him, softly. He held her gaze for a few long moments without answering before looki

Note: Onna, pronounced oh-na, means ‘woman’ in Japanese. Planning Orihime glanced up from the brochure in her hands at Ulquiorra who was quietly glaring at his food. She still couldn’t believe that her once captor had become her live-in houseguest. Everything that’d happened over the past few weeks felt a chaotic blur, and being back home made all the events seem nothing but a horrible nightmare. Aizen was captured, the majority of his army diminished, the once Arrancar sitting across from her one of the remaining survivors. She still couldn’t believe that he was alive and here, and too often she caught hersel